Just can't win
Even when I try, I just can't win sometimes.
Take tonight, for example. Since I trained in from Velocity Sports this morning, I asked Kris to pick me up from work before we went to dinner with Crystal and Nick. I told him to call before he arrived so that I could be downstairs waiting when he arrived. Last time we tried this, I made Kris wait a few minutes downstairs as I finished up with something I was doing (clearly the most important thing to be doing, ever), and he was annoyed at me when I finally exited the building. He was double parked in the street, and such blatant disregard for fellow drivers pains Kris beyond belief.
I was determined not to cause his such pain. I was ready to close my computer, stand up and leave the moment he called. This time, I would be waiting downstairs, ready to sprint to the car, fling open the door and jump in, all while Kris rolled by at an easy 10 mph. No stopping this time!
Earlier that day, I was at a client meeting with Mike. When we arrived at the client's, I turned off the ringer on my cell phone (actually, off both cell phones), and tucked them back in my bag. When I'm at a client's, I'm at the client's, not on the phone with another one. Twice during the meeting Mike's cell phone rang and he looked to see who the caller was. The second time annoyed me so much I snapped at him, "Why is that ringer on? Turn it off."
Another lesson Kris taught me: the phone is there for my convenience.
Tragically, after the meeting, I forgot to turn either ringer back on.
When Kris called me on his way to the office, when he was close, just as I requested, he called me to let me know he was on his way.
He called again to let me know he was close.
He called again to let me know he was downstairs.
He called again to let me know he was driving around the block.
He called again to let me know he was parking in the lot across the way.
He called again on my other number, because clearly the first one wasn't working.
"Is that your cell phone ringing?" Mike asked me as I was working away, clearly blocking out the world as I worked. "My cell phone? What?" I asked. "Cell phone? OH CRAP!" I jumped up.
Kris was just ringing Doyle to ask "WTF, mate?" as I made the last exclamation. I was out the door before Doyle could say, "She's on her way."
From actual call that reached me to downstairs out the door was less than 10 seconds.
For Kris, that 10 seconds took 20 minutes.